FFVII: Don't worry about it
by AB vs Predator
Summary: Chapter Four just rolled in, and it is the climax of the Mog Saga. Please review.
1. Chapter 1

**FFVII: Don't worry about it**

_The northern cave_

Tifa dropped the tentacle she was holding.

"Cloud? Why are we killing these things and taking them to the Highwind?"

"Because, bitch! We're gonna sell them."

"Who would want to buy _this_?" Tifa kicked the dead squid.

"Shinra."

"Why?"

"I don't _fucking_ know, ok? They're just weird like that. Keeping a bunch of ugly ass animals all the time." Cloud trailed off after he noticed Red XIII glaring at him.

Now Barret chimed in, "There's no way in hell I'm gonna do business with _those_ motherfuckers."

"You're going to! And you're going to make an assload of money from it!"

"They're killing the planet, Cloud!"

"Yeah, and it takes a lot of money to do that. Now shut up and start dragging."

"Fuck this! We just killed it and it already smells like my ass after my morning shit." Cid notified them. Tifa merely said ew.

"Listen, there's nobody else we can sell to, ok Barret?" Cloud suggested.

"Then just don't sell it! Fuck!" Barret screamed and took aim at the squid, intending to blow it to smithereens.

"NO! MY MONEY!" Cloud slapped Barret's gun, making him narrowly miss the squid...and literally explode the mog that Cait Sith rides on. Yuffie ran over to the slain mog, screaming bloody murder.

"I HAVE NOTHING TO HOLD ONTO NOW WHILE I SLEEP!" She wailed. Cid looked at her uncomfortably for a moment before offering to let her sleep with his lance.

"Why the fuck would I sleep with a _lance_?"

"Nevermind...I just thought that if...nevermind."

"Oh my god. Oh, my _god_. You _sleep_ with that thing?" Yuffie asked, horrified that someone would sleep with an object used to impale living things.

"You can sleep with me, if you want." Red offered.

"No! God _dammit_!"

"Told ya they were ugly." Cloud muttered under his breath.

"_WILL YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP?_" Red screamed, his tail-flame suddenly becoming four times bigger than usual.

"Jesus man you were the only pretty one now calm the hell down!" Cloud insisted to his kitty tiger thing friend, whose tail went back to normal.

"Hey...where's Cait Sith?" Cloud changed the subject.

"Shit! Cait! Cait!" Barret looked around.

"Where could he have gone?" Vincent asked. They sat for a moment then all turned to look at the gigantic hole that was the abyss leading to the Planet's core.

"No. Way." Tifa said.

"CAIT!" Red ran to the edge of the ledge.

"Cloud, you _faggot_!" Barret roared.

"Hey! I'm not the one that blasted him off his mog, ok?"

"I did because you fucking _pushed_ me!"

"I did not! I just re-directed your aim away from my money."

"You mean your stinky ass animal corpse?" Cid asked.

"Stay out of this, Rocket Man."

"Fuck! You!"

"You wanna fight!" Cloud marched up to Cid.

"I'll kick your _ass_!" He said and swung his lance for effect. Yuffie got hit straight in the back and fell over the edge.

"_Now_ look what you did!" Cloud blamed Cid, who stood there incredulously.

"I...am gonna..._FUCK! YOU! UP!_" Barret punched Cloud in the gut and lifted him up over his head.

"NO!" Tifa kicked the big man in the balls, making him drop Cloud, who landed mere inches away from the ledge. Barret writhed there for a while as Cloud coughed and hacked, not even trying to stand. The leader of AVALANCHE reached into his pocket and brought something out.

"What are you doing?" Cloud asked. Barret had a grenade, and he just pulled the pin.

"No! Dude! Please!" Cloud was the only one who knew what was about to happen. Barret smiled a huge, evil smile and tossed the grenade backwards.

_Thump thump. thump thump. thump thump. "Nooooooooooooooooooooooo" BLAM_

Everyone standing up was covered in squid guts. Cloud screamed like he was in pain. Tifa ran over to him, thinking he was hurt.

"Where does it hurt?" She asked him urgently.

"My...my wallet. My fucking _money_."

"'s what you get...sucka..." Barret laughed to himself. Cloud grievously got to his feet and staggered to the unidentifiable remains of the creature that surely would have made him at least 1 million gil. Tragic opera music began to play.

"All...all I wanted to do...was kill you," he dropped to his knees, "and...and sell you...sell you for lots of fucking money." Cloud burst into tears and fell to his hands and knees as if the gravity had gotten stronger. After crying a good half minute he righted himself on his knees again and threw back his head.

"_WHY?_" Cloud asked the sky. Of course there was no answer. Sometimes tragedies just occurred. Barret had been lying on his back with his eyes closed peacefully while Cloud had gone on his whole deal, but now his eyes snapped open, clearly alarmed.

"Shit! The Highwind!" He yelled and jumped to his feet. The AVALANCHE leader took off, obviously needing to do something on the Highwind.

"What? Wait...oh no you _fucking_ don't!" Cloud dashed off after him.

"Where are they going?" Tifa asked.

"I think Barret's gonna try to destroy the other 'specimen' we've got on the Highwind." Vincent replied calmly.


	2. Chapter 2

Chapter Two

Not a continuation of one, so these in reality aren't even fucking chapters, my friend. Get a grip you whacko. With how nutty you are you probably think I _own_ FF7. Well I don't.

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_Atop a fifteen-story building, an infamous mog controlled by an annoying as hell cat stood, threatening to jump and surely splatter it's god damn guts all over. The cat screamed about how his ordeal with Sephiroth drove him nuts and he was _going to jump_...The police merely shouted "Don't do it, man! Don't do it!"_

_Now it seemed inevitable, the cat was going to jump. They couldn't stop the crazy little thing. It crouched down, preparing to vault to his death. Time slowed down to a near stand-still as the theme song for Duke Nukem began to play after a cop screamed "Jesus _CHRIST!_", obviously motherfucking horrified that a cute little kitty would want to die like this._

_As the cat's feet left the mog it reacted quickly, painstakingly reaching out and catching the nutty thing by the nape of its neck. Cait's feet swung forward and then dangled loosely. The cat's eyes were scrunched closed for a little bit, and then it slowly opened them. It hadn't fallen. What the hell? Oh, god dammit._

"What? _BULL SHIT!_" Cloud screamed and threw down the newspaper he was reading.

**MOG SAVES CAT'S LIFE**

**This past Friday, a cute little kitty that was one of the many heroes who saved the Earth from Sephiroth tried to fucking waste itself. The mog it rides ignored it's personal safety and well-being to save it's life. It will be awarded One _MILLION_ Gil and some shitty badge next month at the annual "Has-Been Heroes" event.**

This is _way_ not cool. Why the fuck would a mog get an award? Why? WHY? Cloud was shaking with fury. So he sliced up anyone unfortunate enough to be in the bar he was at and then went to the Highwind, seeking transportation to a favorite place of his: the Golden Saucer.

Tifa got up from bed and took a shower like usual (I'm not gonna into detail before you ask, you naughty pervert). Then she ate her breakfast and all that shit. Regular old stuff. Her routine went terribly wrong when she called Cloud. There was no answer. No fucking answer. He didn't answer his fucking _phone_.

So she tried again. There was still no answer, man! It was time to find out where he was.

So she jumped down through a secret hole in the floor and landed inside her secret cave. The tracking device she'd secretly put on his face said he was in the Golden Saucer. Questions would be answered.

_Your field of view zooms out a small bit to reveal that you are watching a TV. Tune in, this next part is important._

Cloud was walking down a hallway with what appeared to be a seedy hooker. They entered his room and got on his bed. Finally, Cloud's anger would be released in a healthy (kind of) way. As they were just about to, uh, connect, a knock came from the door. Cloud got up, so angry he didn't bother to put his clothes back on.

"Who the fuck is it?" He screamed. Before an answer could come he yanked open the door.

"Oh...oh _shit_!"

"Cloud? What're you?...Oh my god." Tifa spotted the whore on the bed.

"She's...I...well we're...um...oh fuck _please_ don't hurt me." Cloud begged. Tifa goes inside and closes the door on the camera.

_What goes on in the Golden Saucer, stays in the Golden Saucer.

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A/N: So, the Vegas commercials have been made fun of, and Cait didn't die. In fact, none of them did. How odd, yes? But who fucking cares? Not me. If there's a third chapter, it'll be another Golden Saucer commercial or two.


	3. Chapter 3

**Chapter Three: Kill Mog, Volume Part**

_"Son of a _BITCH!_"_ Cloud screamed. He'd been sharpening his sword with a bar of soap and gone into a deep fury. This caused him to stop paying attention and therefore nick (cut off) his fingertip. After sewing it back on with some super glue and a few strands of his hair he went back to sharpening his blade, this time with his boot. This would later result in cutting off one of his toes as well. Eventually he decided to try and sharpen the sword on the hooker's neck.

He realized then what decapitation was.

The Mog had built a large castle on the bleak plains surrounding Midgar. It appeared as though some people envied his recent gain in power. Mr. T and Arnold Schwarzenegger, for example. The Mog had had them..._taken care of_. But now, more powerful opponents were emerging. At the moment, Cait Sith was marching back and forth in front of the gates to the castle, screaming into his megaphone.

"_Mog is gay! Mog is gay! Mog is gay! Mog is gay!_" Cait relented. The cat would not shut the fuck up. The Mog decided to grace the cat with his presence. Once the big tubby bastard lumbered his way onto the gatehouse he merely glared at Cait to get his attention.

"Is that so, Mog?" Cait asked in reply. The Mog merely nodded his head and smiled.

"Well, _two_ can play at that game!" The cat screamed. Then it took a big nasty shit right on the deadened earth in front of the gate. The Mog was furious, though his eternal smile would never allow him to show it. The Mog was _fucking furious_.

"Oh my...Oh my God. The Mog...please...please, I-I-I didn't mean it." Cait stammered. The Mog grinned ferociously, obviously not pleased.

"I'll...I'll clean it up! I promise!" Cait whined, then looked around, seemingly trying to find something with which to scoop up the shit. Once more, The Mog displayed his unrelenting fury through his usual smile.

"Mog...uh...Could I...?...Could I come in and get something to clean up this shit with?" Cait asked. For a moment, The Mog began to shake his head. Though nobody would really be able to tell, a realization dawned on him, forcing him to keep fucking grinning. The Mog nodded.

Cait Sith approached the gate, unaware that his life would soon end. As soon as he got to the gate he looked uncertainly at The Mog, managed a nervous smile, then stared at the ground for a moment. Nobody was opening the gate; The Mog hadn't given the word. So Cait finally knocked on the gate. But still, it would not open.

With absolutely no warning at all, The Mog grabbed a pot of boiling oil from nowhere and dumped it over the castle battlements! Cait screamed in agony as he burned to death in buttery goodness. Satisfaction could easily be seen on the beaming face of... The Mog.

Cloud was sitting in the chocobo-race lobby with Barret and Vincent; Red XIII and Cid were on their way. He threw down a newspaper article in front of them.

OLD WOMAN SPILLS COFFEE ON SELF, FUCKING SUES MCDONALD'S

"Can you fucking _believe_ that?" Cloud asked incredulously.

"That _can't_ be all that you wanted." Vincent said back, equally astounded.

"Yeah, I also wanted to tell you guys something."

"What?"

"Cait Sith is dead."

"Shit!...What happened?" Barret asked.

"He was killed." Cloud hung his head and pretended to care.

"Who did it?" Vincent asked.

"It was The Mog." After informing of this an uneasy quiet settled over them. It had been almost a year since they'd killed Sephiroth, and except for Cloud's bar incident in the last chapter they hadn't been really fighting at all. Could they really attack somewhere that fortified? They all doubted it.

"Well, well. It's been a while hasn't it?" Cid asked.

"Glad you could make it." Said Barret, completely lacking in the enthusiasm department.

"Listen man, _don't be a dick_!" Cloud screamed irritably.

"What are you guys yelling about already?" Red XIII said.

"These assholes don't care about Cait's death!"

"_Bull shit!_" Barret screamed.

"Oh yeah? Then what are ya gonna do about it?" Cloud's bluff was working.

"We're gonna kill that mothafucka! _Come on!_" He waved them on.

Cloud grinned and thought about all the god damn money they'd get from The Mog after it was dead.

As the group left the Golden Saucer, The Mog prepared itself for their coming. It was currently working itself into a frenzy, listening to a constant static on _0.0 The Fuzz_. His guards had been warned about the invasion that was soon at hand, and they had prepared themselves accordingly. Whether or not it would be enough was actually unknown to The Mog; but no worry appeared on the face of The Mog. He only grinned.

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A/N: So yes, this story has gained structure, believe it or not. Chapter One has nothing to do with two and three. Chapter Four will complete The Mog Saga. From there, who knows where it'll go? Not me. Wait. I mean...not you. You don't _fucking_ know, ok? 


	4. Kill Mog: Part Volume

**Chapter Four: Kill Mog, Part Volume**

Cid revved up the Highwind. _It's been a while_. Barret was playing a Game boy. This would help in the long run because Barret fucking sucks at handheld video games (for obvious reasons, I mean, one of his arms is a fucking _gun_) so playing them makes him angry. Red XIII was merely taking a nap.

The one getting into the idea the most was, of course, Cloud. He was currently listening to the radio station _66.6 The Devil_, "the only true source of Metal." Although he was drifting into a slight madness, Cloud also felt happy. The Mog promised to have _lots_ of fucking _money_.

To truly make everyone except Cid mad, the Highwind took off full speed with no warning. Everyone (except Cid) was thrown violently across the room and into the back wall. A sign overhead blinked on reading "_In transit: Sit the fuck down_." Cloud was knocked out cold while the other three were able to stand after a minute or so. Barret kicked Cloud right in the ass but the only was result was this: a mumbling about "ass-bashing faggots", rolling over, and covering his head with an arm.

He woke up an hour or so later, just in time for the action.

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Anti-air artillery was launched at the Highwind. Cid managed to deflect them using his belt. Afterwards, he dropped Barret, Vincent,Cloud, and Red XIII out of the Highwind. The only problem was that they went out a little late and landed on the outside of the castle. Barret had figured this would happen and had a satchel charge with him to counter-act this error.

In no time, soldiers from on the wall started shooting. Barret returned fire with his gun-arm, currently an extremely high rate-of-fire gatling gun.

"Cloud! Grab my satchel!"  
"_Rub _your _asshole?_ You fucking faggot!"

"_GRAB MY SATCHEL!_"

"Shit, man. Speak the fuck up!" Cloud grabbed the satchel when Barret started to take aim at him. He ran at the gate and, yes, he held the bomb over his head as a shield. He's not the brightest hero in the mix, alright? After putting it down and running back Red head-butted him in the nuts and then went over to activate the timer on their little doorbell.

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After the explosion Cid jogged up and got more than a few odd stares.

"What? I hitched a ride." They looked back to see an ice cream truck with a clown head on the top driving away.

"Who was it?"

"_No_ idea. He said he was going to Midtown to do what he does best, I think he meant Midgar."

"Let's just go."

Barret and Vincent were to secure the outside and catch anyone running out, Cloud was going up top to get The Mog, Cid was going to the basement and Red XIII was taking the main floor out. Pretty simple plan, actually. If you dumb it down it's essentially them going in and killing whoever they find. Sounds good.

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Cid, Cloud and Red all ran inside and got to killin'. Cloud was leaping around and stabbing and slashing, whilst Cid was owning the people dumb enough to get in his way. A giant lance will _hurt_ you. Red was taking out the gun turrets and fortified spots with fire magic. To say the least, it looked very badass. In under a minute they had cleaned house (well, the lobby) and were ready to rock their respective areas. Then it happened. He entered the room.

"Oh...oh _SHIT_!" Cid screamed. The monster was unlike anything they'd ever faced before. It had glowing green-yellow eyes and fur that was black as night. Each step forward that it took showed its muscles with a rippling grace. Its tail flicked left and right as if it were using it to pick which one it would kill first. Cloud refused to believe what he was seeing. Using the Sense materia in his sword he searched the true abilities of this apocalyptic demon. Cloud's heart shrunk and folded in half as the breath was taken from him. There was no way a kitty could have this much power. Granted, it was a strangely large kitty; but it was still a fucking cat. It purred with Dark Rage.

The three heroes stood back and silently tried to gather their thoughts. However, their composure was wrecked just as it was almost regained: the Grim Kitty had rolled over onto his back and meowed softly. Sheer unchecked terror gripped each of their hearts and souls.

But Red XIII knew exactly what he had to do. He _was_ a hero, after all. He didn't want to do this, but he knew he had no fucking choice. It was in the book.

"You guys go on without me. I'll take care of him."

"Right behind...wait. What?"

"Just go!" Red screamed. Cid shook his head and Cloud started to run at the elevator until he noticed that Cid wasn't following him. He strolled back over and then took a tough-guy pose next to Red.

"Cloud." Cid whispered over to him.

"What?" He asked back.

"Let's get the _fuck_ out of here."

"I'm going after The Mog, man." Cloud insisted.

"Well then fuck, I'm going to the lowest floor possible. The Mog is at the top isn't he?"

"Yeah."

"Then let's hit that elevator."

A nod, they ran for it.

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"Boom head shot!" Barret screamed. He was enjoying picking off any of the guards running out of the building.

"Boom head shot!" He screamed again. You could hear his smile through his voice.

"_BOOM HEAD SHOT YEAH!_" Barret whipped to his left. Who was there? No one other than Vincent.

"Vincent? What the fuck are you doin' here?"

"I've been here the whole time."

"Shit...really?"

"Yeah."

"I didn't notice you..."

"Ok then."

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Back inside Red XIII and the Grim Kitty were seconds away from doing battle. They were circling each other slowly, looking for an opening. Trying to move as quickly as possible, Red dashed in for a swipe at the little kitty's neck. He struck nothing and looked down to see the kitty holding onto his leg. Grim Kitty took a bite.

"_NYEARGH!_" Red tried to scream out the pain. He head-butted the creature away from him. There was no more time to mess around. Red summoned Odin.

"Mwahahaha-...Oh _fuck_ no!" Odin screamed and then went right back through the portal he came in from. It was obvious that even summon creatures shit their pants at the sight of this black devil. The black devil's eyes began to glow as it purred quietly. A blast of green energy emerged from its evil eyes and plowed Red back into a wall. Grim Kitty rolled over after a few seconds when the rubble didn't move.

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Cloud was busy upstairs. A host of guards were attempting to stop him. They were armed with all sorts of weapons, but none had guns for some odd reason. Cloud kicked to the right and knocked one over then readied sword up high and swung down heavily on the guard in front of him, who was armed with a short sword in each hand. The guard himself was a little short and he leapt out of the way. The blond-haired hero did a spinning slice that went around the whole 360 degrees he wanted it to. The short guard and the recently re-engaged guard who'd been kicked were both killed by the slice.

The room Cloud was in was a large chamber, with a wide set of steps far across from him. A practical wall of guards came charging down the stairs, all screaming "FOR THE MOG!" Cloud hurled a large blast of fire at them, taking out almost all of them except for a few lucky ones on the side and one who'd fallen and rolled down the stairs. The hero then charged at the three guards who'd converged into a close group intent on slicing him up into a heroic dish of DEAD.

It appeared as though there might not be any brain in the leading guard of The Triangle, as he didn't even have any way to defend himself. Rather than do something fancy, Cloud merely thrust forward at the guard. When the guard attempted to stop he ended up doing the impossible and landing right on the blade. No longer having the use of a heart and not having a brain in the first place, the guard was dead. _Really _dead. The remaining two guards had slightly different weaponry. The first had dual crowbars and the other had what appeared to be a bouncy ball with a string attached to it.

_Swish, fucker!_  
"GAH! My fucking _eye_! Oh! _Lord of the flies_ that HURT!" Cloud screamed. That bouncy ball was a _force to be reckoned with_. He hunched over and held his eye growling obscenities mixed with threats. That is, until he got nailed in the head with a crowbar. Then he just kinda fell over.

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When Cid entered the basement room he was slightly surprised as to what it looked like: a nice place to sit down. Wasn't this supposed to be security? Some dude in a black fag-outfit walked out. He was wearing shades. He probably thought it made him look cool. In reality, he just looked gay. _Fucking gay_.

"I'm The One." He breathed.

"What's that? You're a faggot? You want me to kill you? Psh, whatever you say." Cid brandished his spear. The One, as he called himself, ran over to a pole that was there for really no specific reason. After yanking on it a few dozen times he finally pulled it out of the ground. He did a few flashy moves and then held his hand out and folded it in and out, beckoning his opponent to just go and beat the shit out of him. Cid didn't mind.

With an uncontrolled scream of concentration Cid charged The One. Their staves clashed and recoiled, Cid was the quicker one to recover, so he swung and smacked The One in The Side. Being the bitch that he is, The One jabbed Cid in the foot with his pole.

"Gah! You _girl_!" Cid screamed. So he returned the favor, except his spear was, well, a spear. So it really hurt The One.

"Urgh! Son of a bitch!" He hopped backwards and then shakily put his foot down. This fight was going to suck. Cid began thrusting extremely rapidly at The One, who moved with ridiculous speed and dodged all of the shots. After a stab that would've hit The One in the shoulder if he hadn't bent forward and to the side the girly man in black swung his pole around and almost knocked Cid's spear out of his hand. Capitalizing on this unexpected advantage, he jousted with Cid's sternum. Cid flew. Cid flew far.

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The Grim Kitty stood back up when Red XIII regained consciousness. Haze was what most of Red's vision consisted of. Though most people would say his vision would impaired at this point, this was the moment in which Red saw what the Grim Kitty truly was.

"You!...You're the one that...back when..." Red was too terrified to finish. The Grim Kitty nodded and began to walk towards him. A cowardice that anyone would experience in this situation told Red to run like hell, but the rest of him was frozen. Kitty stopped in front of him, raised his arm like a sword, and brought it down on him.

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Barret and Vincent had gotten slightly bored and were about to just start blowing shit up for fun when a black blur flew out of the building and leapt over the wall, then took off again at super-sonic speeds. Things didn't look so hot anymore, and they left the wall to get inside. Upon getting into the lobby they grinned momentarily at all the dead guards, and then saw something that wiped that grin right off: Red's motionless body sticking out of a hole in the wall. What was the most worrisome was that Red's tail had no flame at the end. They ran up to him. They looked away quickly.

Red XIII was undoubtedly very dead.

When you're discovered beaten and headless, that's usually the verdict.

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Cloud was kicked onto his back. As he tried to sit up, the bouncy ball began its orbit around the user, gradually picking up speed. Cloud was whacked in the nuts with said bouncy ball. He rolled over and decided to get pissed. The spiky-haired hero leapt to his feet (awkwardly) and dealt a slash of pain: he cut off the crowbar-wielders hands. After this he kept up the pain and cut the string in half, leaving the bouncy ball immobile and defenseless. Payback was going to be sweet.

A few minutes later, Cloud was covered in the blood andinnards of the bouncy ball. Its screams had been music to his ears. When he turned around he saw the guy who'd been using the bouncy ball had barfed his guts out. Literally. He was fucking dead.

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Cid had kept hold of his lance, even though the pain was pretty bad and he was having a heartily hard time breathing. Once he stood up he saw The One was fucking _flying_ at him. Cid dropped to his knees and stabbed straight up, catching him in the stomach. He dropped him on the ground.

"I'm gonna kill you now, you pain in the ass." Cid said, rubbing his sternum.

"But...I'm The One! Doesn't that _mean_ anything to you!" He sobbed.

_Stab!_

"...Queer." Cid mumbled as he walked away. The One was left with a hole in his head, and it wasn't his mouth; that had sealed up after he died. Weird, right?

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The idiot behind The Mog's security system was stumbling away from his master. It was obvious that The Mog would not tolerate his failure. His grin chilled him to the bone. The Mog stopped in front of him, still grinning, still furious.

"Please...don't kill me..." The victim breathed. The Mog shook his head slowly.

"No! _NO!_"

_Crunch! Smush! Crush! Crash! Fucking SMACK!

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Cloud walked into the throne room of The Mog. He merely sat in his chair, staring at his executioner. A tear rolled from his eye, and he grinned for mercy. He begged. With his _grin_. "Mercy!" The grin seemed to cry. Cloud ignored him. He'd been racked by this faggot's little henchman, and nobody whacks Cloud's nuts...and _lives_.

"Any last words, you fat little fuck?" Cloud asked, holding his sword tip against The Mog's throat. The Mog nodded.

"...Well?"

The Mog grinned.

"_DIE!_" Cloud screamed, and cut his head right the fuck off. Even in death, The Mog still grinned. He grinned real big.

What a prick.

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A/N: So that wraps up the Mog Saga. If I'm bored I'll continue this, and I'm probably gonna get bored.So you can expect another chapter sometime. Eventually...maybe. 


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